Unlikely Angel (Sonnet I)

It seems that I have seen your eyes before
In all the fleeting glances that I take.
I see you as a vision at my door.
As slumber fades, I see you when I wake.
It seems as though I’ve heard you in a dream-
As still and quiet as your voice may be.
As though the fleeting mist of sleep may seem
The death of you, and so the death of me.
But still I know I’ve seen those eyes before,
As one recalls a gentle deja-vu.
With weary arms, and tired eyes so sore,
I pray these dreams are not the end of you.
Of all unlikely angels I have met,
This dream of you – the most unlikely yet.

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